Bumble-Bee by Unknown Author Insect poem

Bumble-Bee superbly dressed,
In velvet, jet, and gold,
Sailed along in eager quest,
And hummed a ballad bold.

Morning-Glory clinging tight
To friendly spires of grass,
Blushing in the early light,
Looked out to see him pass.

Nectar pure as crystal lay
In her ruby cup;
Bee was very glad to stay,
Just to drink it up.

"Fairest of the flowers," said he,
"Twas a precious boon;
May you still a Glory be,
Morning, night, and noon!"